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tonight

17 Tuesday Oct 2017

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breasts, candles, juice, love, me, poem, poetry, slit, snatch, touch, vanilla

Tonight I wanted to look beautiful for Jack
he was at a gathering of colleagues in town
I lay in the bath
slowly lathered my body in vanilla soap
and relaxed
in bed my candle played tricks in the dark
flickering in and out of view
my tiredness overtook me
asleep
the pretty pink camisole’s bottom pushed aside
stirring
I could feel Jack
rubbing against me
my slit lay exposed
exposed for him
my gorgeous man
half asleep I lowered two fingers for him
with my index and middle fingers
my hole opened wide
the pinkness of my snatch
for him to see
for him only
his rod
strong
hard
throbbing in the night
against a sweet candlelight
and me
I rolled over
awake enough to push up my taut breasts
to part my legs
and receive his juice
his tender load
from above my slit
encircling my clit
warm on my stomach
shooting over my breasts
my love
I love you so much
give me your touch
again
again
and again

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Please

12 Thursday Oct 2017

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breasts, erotic fiction, me, touch

He lay with me
sucking my tender nipples
gently caressing my breasts
softly whispering
I needed to find a way
his right hand
silently pushing my fingers north
away from my desire
my yearning
to touch
and feel
to breath again
please i asked him
trying not to beg

I could feel myself
swelling
dripping
wanting
needing

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the final turn

04 Saturday Jun 2016

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Autumn, bath, dreams, film, kissing, knight, leaves, love, lover, poem, poetry, romance, romantic, single, touch, walk

Jillian walked on
the middle of the promenade was half lit
Autumn leaves scattered in the breeze
as her brisk steps continued
clutching at her cardigan
searching the sidewalk for onlookers
there were none

The key finally met with her locks center
to open her door once more
with her hallway light now on
and the clothes rail
near and in sight
throwing down her scarf
running a bath
to close out her night

The film was entirely relaxing
film noir was her friend
the restaurant polished and fun
her waiter had noticed her she thought
but it was over before it had begun

How had she ended up single?
A place she did not want to be
everyone else was in love
with their children over by the sea
stuck in the inner city
ageing and losing her looks

The bathroom mirror kept watching
in tune with her every step
lighting two candles above her
she lay there alone and confused
smiling at all of her failures
to keep herself amused

How did I end up single?
A place I did not want to be
When would the blue sky appear?
To once again shine upon me

Then just as the water ran cold
her memory began to fade
the collection of broken loves
all wandered outside in the shade
she dreamed of her shining knight
in armour he now appeared
he was more than an apparition
he was a lover to hold her near

Resting her softly upon his shoulder
he carried her back through the rain
out through the Autumn corridor
back where it all began
she nestled her cardigan in tightly
and drank in his calm even breath

Where he stood her now
straight and upwards
to take in her brilliant eyes
as he lifted up his hands
to touch
then kiss her inside

The hallway light remained on
though she never did return
her knight
had finally arrived
at the final gate
before the last turn

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Needing him so much

09 Saturday Apr 2016

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country, mature woman, romance, touch, young man

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The younger man approached from afar in his car
a late model Jag
or similar I thought
asking directions into town
politely at first
the heat now oppressive
gripping at my shirt
I offered him a drink
a seat then my attention
undivided at times
before wandering further out
searching his eyes for something stronger
a feeling
a moment
where he may notice me
the aging rural woman
alone aside her tree
where I explained my situation
to this strange passerby
with whom I related
now engaging him in the eye
You’re almost at your destination
I let him know
It’s twelve miles west by road
five by the crow
yet with a car such as yours
I’d be reticent to walk
stay for a while lets sit and talk

As chance would have it
he had not booked in town
and he soon fell in love with my place
the more he looked around
the rambling country homestead
with her fence made of stone
where we walked and laughed
til evenings call
whereupon I made dinner
as he showered then dressed
returning to my guest room
to sit then rest

During dinner he spoke
of his ex wife
and his need
to head west once again
to recapture his life
returning to his childhood
near his boyhood home
looking into the past
divining his roots
loving the feel
the strength of the plains
wanting to reach out
let go of the reigns
to close his eyes
then reach out and touch
longing for his memories
needing them so much

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Soon after dinner
a night cap and a chat
I retired to my room
to collect my thoughts
then sleep
the last man I had slept with
was 10 years dead
I needed to move on
to start living instead
instead of living in the past
of drinking through the years
through those melancholic nights
lined with sombre tears
yet something about my visitor
lit a fire within
I may have been somewhat older
though I needed to begin
to turn things around
to enter the flame
he provided the opportunity
if only I was game
rolling over now to lay out the night
my legs began to twitch
my tired thighs bite
itching at my slit
asking to be touched
sliding up then down
needing it so much

The curtains drawn
silencing the moon
alone in bed
my mind wandering through the room
he must have enjoyed my company
to sleep here tonight
he appeared well to do
educated and polite
there was something about him
I longed for his touch
gradually opening wider
needing it so much

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each time we meet

12 Saturday Mar 2016

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love, poem, poetry, Relationships, touch

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Touching my hand
bringing me near
softly breathing
upon my neck
time stands still
when we’re together
you look into me
I can read your face
sit with me awhile
I need your smile
I want to hold you now
in time
never changing
nor growing older
leaving
moving away
then coming back

I just want to hold you now
on ice
to melt in my arms
never to change
always the same
warm
cuddly
and neat
each time we meet

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touch

03 Wednesday Feb 2016

Posted by sashaholden1 in erotic poetry, poem

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beauty, breasts, dance, love, poem, poetry, touch, undress

The cliff face steep
to deep to reach
her once smooth neck
that longed for his kiss
his warm caress
before her undress
her salt filled hair
her sensuous dance
in front of him
arms falling flat
against her breasts
to tall to speak
unless on their own
as one flat stomach
lay bare her thighs
rainbows
birds
or far falling fish
swam to the surface
to race in her mouth
as she moved
gracefully swaying
toward that bed
of far flung sheets
with eiderdown pleats
of taut young pillows
reminding him always
of her
her touch

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perhaps

30 Friday Oct 2015

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couples, love, poem, poetry, Relationships, touch, veranda

the morning was still dark
as you wandered out to work
stumbling through the kitchen
slowly finding your feet
soon you shall have left me
away into the world
drifting in then out of sequences
lost in the commercial swirl

yet soon it will be night time
as the weekend closes in
another brief interlude together
lost in the suburban swim
perhaps we could sit on the veranda
take in the evening breeze
you with your strong brown forearms
beneath those whitened sleeves

I never said I love you
I couldn’t find the time
I guess you were always there
I suppose you were always mine
yet what if things had been different
if I couldn’t read your mind
maybe I’ll tell you I care for you
perhaps I should make the time

It’s later now than I thought
I wonder when you’ll be home
I’m tired of pacing timber floors
of fiddling with this worn out comb
maybe things have been different
perhaps I couldn’t read your mind
I think I’ll tell you I love
it’s about time I made the time

the porch light overshadows your brow
your Friday evening smile
apologies and tired briefcases
as you sit now for awhile
angling for a drink
with some early evening breeze
sitting on the veranda
before rolling up your sleeves
I love you darling I whispered
caressing your forearms cuff
your all I’ve ever wanted
I just never tell you enough

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later that evening the night fell
and our bed sheets soon peeled back
later that evening I kissed you
with a passion across your rack
I needed you feel me
to drown within my touch
I needed you to know I loved you
more than ever just so much

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High above the treetops

26 Monday Oct 2015

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birds, commerce, dew, love, morning, motorbike, play, poem, poetry, Relationships, touch, us, work

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Two birds talked softly
from the corner of my room
a toad tuned in
to liven up the mood
I could hear a motorbike
drowning out their sound
before the birds reappeared
high above the ground
in trees that dripped with rain
and early morning dew
speaking of a new day
for my own self and for you
would it bring solitude
or another round of haze
from which we could only struggle
through the never ending maze
oh but to break free
to just say me and you

Oh but to fly up high
above the morning dew
high above the treetops
for you and me alike
high above the birds
and the distant motorbike
perhaps we could again be lovers
more than just distant friends
maybe we could speak to each other
rather than messages send
if only the day would start
with an opening from the maze
where you and I could escape
from this confusing commercial haze

I want to see you as I did
I need to feel your touch
I just need a little escape
to love you again so much
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late afternoon

29 Tuesday Sep 2015

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dogs, dust, farmer, land, love, poem, poetry, restless, rural, smile, stay, tired, touch, tractor, Wife

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The light flickered at intervals
toward his searching eyes
eager for more sunlight
dogs anxious to frolic then play
a distant tractor sound
reminding him of his day
diesel dust and dirt
constantly flying his way

Her hand was soft and smooth
inviting to his touch
restless tired and removed
adjusting his seat too much

Till finally he caught a glimpse
of her keen and wanton smile
asking him to give it all up
to stay with her for a while

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